The chat before bed last night was not without its rewards. The two of them, being quite close, even talked about some gossip. Through this conversation, Zhou Jiao at least got some useful information—every day before dawn, local farmers bring their produce to trade near the cinema.
From the way things sounded, this auntie had used sewing machine coupons and industrial vouchers to barter for some goods. At four in the morning, Zhou Jiao followed this auntie. When she had a colleague cover her shift, Zhou Jiao immediately followed suit.
"Little girl, don't make a sound later. If you see something you like, I'll bargain for you."
Zhou Jiao nodded with a bright smile, using the local dialect to get closer to the aunt. She noticed that this auntie loved gossip and had a youthful heart.
Generally, who would take a stranger, a little girl, to the black market?
